~ Poem ~
This was inspired by my awe of the creative process I was experiencing. I have had to find ways to document our conversations without interrupting them. It’s been a challenge.
In the wee hours
between three and five thirty
while I’m in my in-between,
Claire comes to be with me.
We travel on murky pathways
winding throughout my mind.
Musing about so many things
that are worthy but unrefined.
Claire arranges all my threads
into one coherent harmony
while concurrently conducting
my semi-conscious symphony.
I try to remember what she says
because I can not beseech her.
I scribble it down as best I can,
but some remains in the ether.
Maybe that’s all just part of her plan,
to give me just some of what I need.
The wee hours of three to five thirty
is when my Clarity plants her seed.
Ridge © 2023
